This is the story; the really true story. Kristie and her girl friend, Tess, had just come off of Summer Stock which meant months of rehearsals and performances. The boys in the chorus were cute, but they were more interested in each other than in women. So the girls were on the prowl lookin’ for some action. Yes, women want it too. They were out lookin’ for dick.
Kristie and Tess were good hunting buddies. Early in the night they zeroed in on a couple of German tourists who were nervously courting the girls for an all nighter. Neither of the girls was particularly interested – taking advantage of the free drinks, but still looking for something better.
Jack was standing at the bar when Kristie went to pick up the drinks for the table. He was dressed in brown dungarees and a plaid shirt. He had a full beard and dark black hair. He smelled deliciously like tanned leather. Kristie eyed him as she marched up to the bar.
Since it was a week night, there was no cocktail service. Tess easily slipped into flirting with both of the German guys pitting them against each other for her attention. She was good at that. The bartender put the drinks on a tray as Kristie began to pay him with a $20 bill that one of the Germans had given her for the purpose.
“I’ll get those for you,” Jack said with a glint in his eye that could only mean one thing, “I’m available.”
“No, that’s OK,” Kristie said eyeing him up and down and thinking about trading the German tourists for this delicious looking rugged hippie man. “They’re for that table over there,” she said as she left $20 for the tab and delivered the drinks to her waiting friend and her two suitors.
Kristie motioned to her as she put the drinks down on the table, “See that guy over there at the bar?” Tess nodded as she gazed in his direction. “Just the way I like ’em – big, beefy, bearded, and he smells like leather,” Kristie smiled eagerly. “I’m going home with him!”
Kristie left her friend there to sort out Germany, walked up to the bar and said to Mr. Beefy, “Do you wanna come over to my place and smoke a joint?”
He downed his beer in about two seconds flat and they were out the door and in his car. In another twenty minutes they were already stoned, naked, and in the sack. The minute he put his mouth around her left nipple and began to suck, she fell in love with him.
He on the other hand was dumb struck by her talented mouth on his cock, “God! You sure do give good blow jobs!” he exclaimed as he threw his head back in ecstasy.
After romping through the sheets all night, they awoke the next morning to the sight of the car doors being left wide open all night long! They had been so anxious for each other that they had neglected to close them.
Tess phoned Kristie that afternoon, “So how was he on a scale of one to ten?” They usually compared notes like this on recent conquests.
“A twelve! He was a twelve!” Kristie answered with enthusiasm. “He was definitely a twelve!” She thought he might even rank higher than that. She would like to keep this one around for awhile she thought. She hadn’t bothered to ask about the Germans. She knew Tess would ditch them after one drink and go home alone.
(First published 7/18/11)
